Astral

BASIC DESCRIPTION.

"Heheh, well if you think you can rile up these old bones, who am I to argue?"-Astral

Current Offspring Count: 53/100

Next breedings:
Fujo's Cherry #24870896
Gem4567's Vervain #3450272



Astral is a studding male, with many a beautiful nest under his belt and a continuous eye for any and all who'd like to share his 'company'. Mysterious and sly, with a cool but seductive attitude he's arguably one of the most popular dragons in the World's Crossroads Lair.

His devotion to Beledhgotha is absolute and he is judge and jury to all those who stand in the way of the eldritch-god, while his two Talons are the executioners. He is an unstoppable force, will indomitable and as his hatchlings spread, so does the word of Beledhgotha. Most of his children leave, but every once in a while, one will stay. While he loves all his young, usually raising them without his flings being around, the children who stay earn a special place in his dark old heart.

Lovecraft Lovelies are pieces of Beledhgotha upon Sornieth, a line touched by the god and so rightfully revered by this ancient dragon.

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Astral was a slave at the beginning of the world, owned by a cruel kingdom where he was bred for fodder and chained in the dark. In that dark he lost his mind and found salvation. In return for his soul and eternal service, the god gave him the power to escape and take vengeance upon his overlords.

He didn't think that when the god said "forever" that it was being literal, now he wanders Sornieth as an immortal. He spreads the word of his god by sleeping with any and all and having nests with them. He's the eternal single dad, but as his children grow and spread so does the cult of his god. Since he's the oldest Inquisitor of the eldritch god, he is the most infamous and all dread the day that Astral turns his gaze upon them.

Sometimes his mind wanders away from the now, walking through his memories as those around him worry and wonder. When he comes back, he sometimes brings things with him and his tongue is slow to remember that what he speaks has not been said for millennia and all he once knew are dead.

"Saka'am. Oh saka'am..." He calls quietly and his Talons press close and snarl at any who get too close, confused at their leader's melancholy and riled because of it. They ask what's wrong, what's been done and Astral looks at them like seeing ghosts. "Can you not see? The moon you fools! What have they done to the moon..."

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